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Yesterday we went to the Dr Who exhibition in Manchester. View Flickr Slideshow

It consists of a display of real BBC props from the filming of the show - including the large, moving mechanical model of the Empress of Rachnoss from the 'Runaway Bride' episode last Xmas - but the real highlight was the actors wandering around amongst the crowd dressed as Dr Who creatures.

The 6ft Sycorax Warrior was quite imposing, but the creepy scarecrows from the 'Family of Blood' episode were the most memorable since they were the first ones we saw, unexpectedly coming round a corner at us just as we got there. The kids hid behind me like little 3 year-olds again. Well funny.

After the exhibition we walked into the town centre for lunch at Macdonalds and then ice creams in Piccadilly Gardens, giving Jo some extra time to catch up on sleep. We got home just in time for the football results and the day just got better and better - United won, Norwich won and Ipswich got hammered 4-0. The perfect day?

Labels: Louis, Miles, Oscar, Yani

Pictures from the August bank holiday week, which we spent caravanning in Northumberland. I've wanted to go there for ages and it didn't disappoint. Every beach seems to have a castle and the views along the whole coast near Lindisfarne are breathtaking.

Labels: Family, Jo, Louis, Miles, Oscar, Yani

Here are some pictures from our trip to Norfolk in August, which culminated in watching City squeak three points against Southampton at Fortress Carrow Road. Funny to see Oscar and Nathan celebrating together, like me and Dave a quarter of a century ago.

Labels: Family, Jo, Louis, Miles, Oscar, Yani

A few pictures from our day out at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire in August.

Labels: Family, Jo, Louis, Miles, Oscar, Yani

Oscar and I went to United's pre-season friendly against Inter Milan last night. Although they lost 3-2 due to some suicidal defending and clinical Italian finishing, it was a fun night nevertheless.

We got there just in time for kick-off, after picking up a Wayne Rooney scarf and a greasy burger on Sir Matt Busby Way. Old Trafford was packed. It was a new record attendance of nearly 74,000 for a friendly and we were in the South Stand, about 30m back from the pitch with United attacking our end.

It seemed to be going swimmingly when Oscar's hero, Wayne Rooney, scored after 14 minutes - but Vidic, O'Shea and particularly Evra then proceeded to play like the Keystone Cops for the next quarter of an hour and United were 3-1 down before we could blink.

Adriano scored a bizarre own goal in the second half to up the excitement level as they tried to pull off the traditional United comeback, but once Ferdinand blazed over from 6 yards about 20 minutes from the end, we knew it wasn't to be, especially when the referee turned down a good penalty shout. When he gave Inter a free kick shortly after, Oscar stood up and shouted, "You don't know what you're doing!". Good lad.

He took the result well, much to my relief. I guess the disappointment of defeat in a five goal thriller is far less devastating than the penalty shoot-out Scouse thievery of the last visit there for the Youth Cup Final. One of his main memories of the night will probably be not only seeing Rooney and Ronaldo in the flesh, but also seeing yet another Mancunian streaker.

What is it that brings exhibitionists to the Old Trafford area in such droves? There were six in a day at the Windies test a few years back. I wouldn't mind but they're always ugly blokes. The look of shock on new signing Anderson's face as the stewards led the offender away suggested that either they don't have the streaking tradition in Brazil or that if they do, then the streakers are female and as beautiful as their game.

• Our photos (Flickr)
• Game highlights (YouTube)

Labels: Miles, Oscar, Sport

I often remember a Spike Milligan poem on days like today - something about the fools playing out in the sunshine - as I sit here locked in my office struggling with ontological assumptions and epistemological bloody methodologies on a gorgeous afternoon. To make matters worse, the Jo and the kids are over in Middlesborough and I've just realised that the Sunderland Air Show is happening this weekend.

Oh well, at least I've the consolation of the Red Bull air race on TV this afternoon. At 1450 hours precisely - in an exercise of equally military precision that started with marinade about 18 hours ago - I will kick back with a huge plate of ribs and fries on my lap as the coverage of the race starts. Sheer bliss, and the sort of carrot I need to get through another thousand ridiculously long words.

Labels: Flying, Miles

It's been a strange week in The Socialist Republic. What looked like just another damp day in the city centre was in fact washing away entire council estates on the other side of Sheffield and the rest of the week has been one long consequence.

Personally it's not been too bad. While the stranded masses huddled in university emergency shelters, a pal in our estates office sorted me a room in a student hall. It was actually a nice change of pace; an evening pottering barefoot around a deserted office, eating chinese and listening to the tennis, then the first uninterrupted night's sleep in ages. Hardly Hurricane Katrina.

The next morning, suitably refreshed, I hitched a ride home on the one and only train that managed to get out of a waterlogged Sheffield station. It was jam-packed with a polyglot group of refugees trying to get to Manchester airport, and even before we'd reached the open country beyond Totley Tunnel everyone was able to confirm their national stereotypes;No wonder that making the trains run on time was top of Mussolini's list of things to do...

Labels: Miles

Here's a picture from brother Nick over at Blog Off, taken on the big night out this Saturday, when, in the absence of a whole herd of cats, the mice went out to play;

Unencumbered by the need to a) tend to the oldies and significant others b) babysit the twins (!?), We the 'pre-1980, 3' took advantage of a rare 'nite off' together and hit maDchester town for an impromptu evening of food, beers and old school grooves! Special thanks to big brother Miles, for reminding Nina and I how to own the dance floor! Rock on! X

For 'own the dancefloor' read "work up such a sweaty, demented storm that people clear a space around you like a demilitarized zone"! Yes, it's the old guy in the club with years of pent-up boogie ready to unleash on an unsuspecting public. What the hell...

Dance as though no one is watching you.
Love as though you have never been hurt before.
Sing as though no one can hear you.
Live as though heaven is on earth.

~ Souza

Labels: Miles, Nick

Yesterday we all took off to the Crocky Trail near Chester for a day out on Oscar's 6th birthday. There's lots more camcorder footage when I get round to it, but for the moment here are some phone pix.

Labels: Jon, Louisa, Miles, Mum, Nina, Oscar, Tom, Yani

My ears pricked up when I heard on the news that there was a shooting last night in the students' union at my old alma mater - Loughborough - where I used to run discos. When I checked out the union website - surprise surprise - the act playing last night was a rap outfit from Miami called Pretty Ricky. How completely predictable.

But it takes me back to Lieutenant Stitchie...

Back in my student days there, I was the founder of the Reggae Society - an easy way to get a student union grant towards subsidised gigging - and we arranged a minibus to take our posse up to the Marcus Garvey West Indian Centre in Nottingham to see this Jamaican MC - the aforementioned Mr Stitchie - who was big at the time.

It was obvious as soon as we got there that the atmosphere was really tense, mainly due to the friction between the local Nottingham lads and the London security outfit. I remember they were called 'The Rats' and dressed in military-style gear with nasty-looking dogs like pit bulls to match their nasty-looking attitudes.

So anyway, not long into the act it kicked off big style in the venue between the Nottingham and London crews and there followed the most terrifying couple of minutes of my life (apart from the Kobe earthquake). About a thousand people in this dark, packed venue rushed as one for the single exit down two flights of stairs. There were lighting rigs falling on people, guys fighting, bottles flying, women screaming. Insane.

My most vivid memory was that of being swept down the stairs in this sea of humanity thinking, "If you fall, you die". Oh what a night! Still, most nights at Loughborough consisted of scowling at the drunken, vomiting geeks and jocks, so it made a change.

I also noticed this morning on the current 'Ents' website that the format for the Saturday comedy night that we started in about 1989 is still the same. Unbelievable.

Maybe my legacy a hundred years from now won't be a monument in my home town or a street named after me, but the Saturday night at Loughborough University, still going strong! Oh well, it's something.

Labels: Miles, Music

Some great Wales Christmas pictures from Nick. I can't believe these were all taken with a phone.

Labels: Anna, Christos, Dad, Jo, Jon, Miles, Mum, Nick, Nina, Oscar, Tom, Yani

Just uploaded to Flickr, a few snaps of Xmas Day at Marloes Sands. We've hired the youth hostel there for the last 3 years; it's a farmhouse in a fantastic location about 100m from the cliff top on the very last bit of south-west Wales. More footage to come when I've worked out how to upload from my new camcorder, an amazing birthday present from my family.

Labels: Anna, Christos, Dad, Jo, Jon, Miles, Mum, Nick, Nina, Oscar, Tom, Yani

Nick's posted a nice Germany photo on his Flickr site;

Labels: Dad, Miles, Nick, Tom

Today's the day - off to Germany for the World Cup! It's come around very quickly and I'm hardly prepared at all for the assignment that I need to submit a week after I come back, but we'll cross that bridge later. Right now, my concerns are where to get face paint.

Following Trinidad and Tobago in the tournament so far has been fantastic. The draw against Sweden was much like watching Norwich draw 0-0 at Anfield in 1988; completely against all expectations and a cause for great outpourings of footballing joy.

I've had a 5ft x 3ft Trinidad flag obscuring my office windows for the last few weeks so everyone at work knows about the trip and is suitably envious, especially since following England is such a dire experience so far.

I hate to say 'I told you so', but I've always thought that Eriksson is a charlatan. I can see winning Serie A over a season as a practical application of his Swedish efficiency, but he doesn't have the balls to win a tournament, even if his current state of demob happiness has added a few sparks; too little, too late.

The team is still confused over it's shape for a start;

The truth is that England have no real strategy beyond a reliance on the individual qualities of their big names, on the most rudimentary tactics handed down through the English game for generations, and, now, on an almost random infusion of youthful zest. Ask them to play their way from one end of the pitch to another with co-ordinated passing and movement, and they are lost. (The Guardian)

After about 6 years of this supposed golden generation gearing up for 2006 it's still an incarnation of Sven's indecision; he doesn't have the bottle to drop Beckham or Owen, has fudged the choice between Lampard and Gerrard, and is playing an unfit Rooney as last roll of the dice.

Even though they beat the Soca Warriors 2-0 on Thursday, it was pitiful watching them panicking as the game wore on, the first half goal-line clearance (left) at the back of their mind as they tried to figure out what to do.

I couldn't believe my ears near the end hearing the Trinidad fans taunting the mighty England with an Olé for every touch as it was still heading for 0-0.

Honestly, taking 84 minutes to crack T'n'T - and then only doing it with a 6ft 7 striker holding a defender down by the dreadlocks - they should be ashamed of themselves. Still, I'll get behind them like everyone else as they go out to Ecuador next weekend.

Anyway, the plan for next week is to join the 'FanFest' and follow the games in a north-westerly arc from the München bierhalle to the banks of the Main;

Labels: Miles, Sport

From nick@flickr, me and my Dad on the beach in Singapore in about 1970;

Labels: Dad, Miles

This is pleasing. Ebay have chosen to let my refusal to pay a peddler of racist materials slide;

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With regards to your complaint about the items being sold by this seller, I have forwarded your email to the appropriate department for they can best handle your concern. They will respond to you as soon as possible.

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Customer concern: I have decided against paying money to this seller because I discovered during the payment process that the seller also sells racist material (BNP/National Front) through eBay.

Therefore I pulled out.

Regards,
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Labels: Miles

On the Beach - one of the pictures from Nick's collection at Flickr. It's a shot from our day out in Formby last week when Nick, Jo and Tom came up from London. Nick's slideshow has also got some family shots from the 70s. Be ready for denim and flares.

Labels: Anna, Jo, JoF, Jon, Louisa, Miles, Mum, Nick, Nina, Oscar, Tom, Yani

I've been playing with GoogleMaps and have created a map of places I've been. I hope to add some photo links and comments to the pop-up flags when I get time (Xmas?).

Strangely, while I was doing this I noticed that Hong Kong island doesn't appear on the Google Map. I'd heard that Google was sucking up to the Chinese authorities and shopping dissident bloggers or something, but removing whole islands seems a bit extreme! See for yourself below - notice the gap between Lamma Island and Kowloon and my poor little flag floating in the South China Sea?

Labels: Miles

Got some new speakers yesterday and set them up bang in front of my treadmill. The woofer is six inches from the end of my nose, it's great. This morning's run just rattled by with Everything Must Go and Amplified slapping me in the face, a fine distraction from grumbling calves.

Now I'm planning an expansion of running tunes, particularly in the hip hop and heavy metal departments (ACDC is still the best running music I've ever come across). First on the list are Arular, Come and Get it and The Love Movement.

Labels: Miles

It's official - one month and not a drop of booze has passed my lips. The last beer I had was a warm Kronenburg in a Paris motel on August 31st, the day before we went to Disneyland. It hasn't been that difficult, to be honest, but Tuesday night, when Dad and Jon sat to my right with cold cans of Stella at the end of a very stressful day ... that was a real tester.

What now? Undecided whether to treat myself to a first-of-the-month beverage tonight or not. At stake is the chance to have a totally dry and self-satisfying October vs a piss-up to mark the first family get-together for ages (and it would have to be a piss-up to make it worthwhile breaking the fast). Mmmmm ... let's see how I feel later.

Update: I did it!

Labels: Miles

Making my way down to the Old Trafford trophy room on the stadium tour (disclaimer: I was with a visiting friend from New Zealand who wanted to go), I came face to face with an iconic figure in the world of madness. No, not Alex Ferguson but David Icke.

To jog your memory, he's the former sports presenter who went nuts a number of years ago, started dressing in turquoise tracksuits and claimed that a secret group of 12ft lizards from Mars were among us and controlling the affairs of our planet. Notable members of this group include Tony Blair, Bill Clinton, the Queen Mum and Bob Hope(!).

Anyway, he was just on the tour like us, taking his lad round. It was definitely him because we could hear him telling his son about occasions on which he played at the ground when he was a goalkeeper at Coventry. Consequently, I missed most of the football-related stuff they talked about because I was busy most of the time trying to wangle a good picture of me and David, with my friend Chris strategically positioned to get the shot.

We got a few but the best was one of him standing in the players tunnel. I captured a look on his face that seems to perfectly capture his paranoia and suspicion. I like to think that he's just spotted Roy Keane getting out of his car and that he's a lizard, too.

(I quite like the picture of me in the players' tunnel, but it would have been the picture of a lifetime if I'd had the foresight to wear my Norwich top. Doh!)

In the days following I checked out more about David Icke on the web. I expected to discover that he's out of work and scraping by as a grocer or something since the public humiliation and ridicule he suffered in the past, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Apparently he's still out there doing the lizard stuff, and doing pretty well out of it - lectures around the word (especially popular in Canada and Japan), books, videos and more.

Labels: Miles

Last night was a bloody farce. I think it's time to live in Sheffield, work in Manchester or stop drinking;

1700 Go for quick drink after work.
1000 Stagger out of pub.
1015 Catch train. Promptly fall asleep.
2300 Miss Stockport station
2310 Wake up at Manchester Piccadilly.
2314 Jump on Sheffield train back to Stockport.
2320 Train bypasses Stockport.
0020 Back in Sheffield. 2 hours until next train. Go for chips.
0215 Return to station. Entrance locked. Miss train.
0430 Wake up freezing on a bench.
0530 Get train, fall asleep, miss Stockport again.
0715 Finally get home (via Manchester again).

Labels: Miles

The interview with Richard Pryor in today's Independent describes when he decided to stop emulating Bill Cosby and become his own man;

"The fog rolled in," Pryor says. "I finally asked the sold-out crowd: 'What the fuck am I doing here?' Then I walked off stage. I shed my phoney image and started building my self- respect. I read a copy of Malcolm X's collected speeches and listened to Marvin Gaye's 'What's Going On'? And I searched for the truth."

Adrian Gilpin described his own Damascene conversion in the celebrity lecture he delivered at the university last night. After 10 years showing managers how to learn from great leaders, he reached his own turning point when he realised that greatness only comes from following your own path. The rest of the evening was designed to help us locate that path.

I didn't generally find myself convinced, though. He brought together a number of ideas in an entertaining way, but in terms of a practical and cohesive whole, it amounted to less than the sum of the parts. The one bit of advice I acted on this morning was to only do the things you believe in - my 'list of things to do' got culled with this in mind. (It was a great way to start the day, though.)

Seriously, though, his most interesting point was about inspiring others with a vision of how things could be, illustrated with the clip from Gladiator in which Russell Crowe readies his troops for battle in Germania through the visualisation of success; "Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so."

I'm not sure that "Next year you'll be changing people's lives with your database design tips" quite has the same ring, but it's definitely food for thought.

Labels: Miles

I can't fathom this exercise lark. The other week I drank nothing, ate well and the weight stayed the same. This week on three consecutive days I had chinese takeaway on day one, five pints then a kebab followed immediately by chicken wings and chips on day two, and a huge roast dinner with cheesecake on day three. Result? I've lost 2 pounds. I hope to write a new lifestyle book in time for the Xmas market.

Labels: Miles

Today is the start of Lent, and since I could still feel last night's single can of Red Stripe this morning it seems as good a time as any to quit booze for 40 days and nights.

Oh Lord, what have I done?

Labels: Miles

One month of new exercise regime clocked up today. Have managed to stick to plan to use the treadmill once a day, and it's actually become a fixed part of the routine. Have lost about 6 pounds, which is nice, but the best outcome is the new and tasty pleasure of guilt-free Chinese food at the weekend. Definitely a motivational regime from the Homer Simpson school of thought.

Labels: Miles

Heading to the beach
Teeth gritted, everyone heading off to the beach on Christmas Eve, just before the heavens openend.


Overlooking Skokolm Island
Boxing Day, setting off for a walk up the cliffs. Waves pretty big.


Let the games begin
Tom taking a senak preivew of the questions in the background before taking on the kids at Triv.


Beach
Strange rock formations on the beach near the farmhouse.


Paddling
Oscar playing on the beach on Christmas Day. Chucked it down with hail right after.


Jogger
Yani on Christmas Day heading back from a climb on the rocks.


Boules
The Xmas Day tournament, early stages. Jon and Tom run out winners.


Nana
Yani helping Mum reorganise her wind defences.

Labels: Anna, Jo, Jon, Miles, Mum, Nick, Nina, Oscar, Tom, Yani

End of year party at work. Ended up in the last ever night of the student union building having a drunken sing-song.

Labels: Miles

Trip to New
York to give a presentation at the eLIT2004 conference at St John's University. Result.

Take
off

Continental Boeing 777 to Newark.

Brooklyn

Sunday
morning stroll on Brooklyn Bridge.

Pizza

Conference delegates having coffee in Bryant Park, next to the NYC central
library.

Nets

Amateur baseball in Central Park.

Nibbles

Ethnic food tasting tour - Chinese, Jewish, Italian nibbles and the
story of immigration round the Upper East Side.

Anticlimax

The house that Marcus Garvey once lived in, now a boarded up shell in
a Harlem project.

Taxi

Crosstown traffic in Greenwich Village.

911

Reconstruction at Ground Zero.

Campus

A view towards St John's University in suburban Queens.

Ex-President

Times Square coverage of the death of Ronald Reagan.

Billboard

Ads for the new series of Six Feet Under on 42nd Street.

Boot
camp

Luxury campus accomodation for the conference.

Trains

Patriotic subway trains on the New York underground.

UN

The United Nations building.

Yani's

An illustrious tailor's shop.

Cheap
seats

The crowd at NY Yankees v Texas Rangers.

Ball
game

The view from the top of Yankee Stadium.

Labels: Miles

Curry

Went for a curry at Sanam to say cheerio to Koji, our homestay student. Everyone came along, including Nina.

Labels: Miles, Oscar

Thomas
Oscar had his first train trip, and a steam train at that, up the line from Bury to Rawtenstall to see Thomas the Tank Engine. Followed up the excitement with a nice picnic in front of the river and the mill.

Labels: Miles, Oscar

Bonchi
Yani stuffing herself on snacks while Mum and Dad set up camp.


Breakfast
Early morning photo opps in the Vale of Edale.

Labels: Jo, Miles, Yani

A star is born
Yani born st St Mary's in Manchester after 36 hours of labour.

Labels: Jo, Miles, Yani

Used the Golden Week holidays in Japan to take our honeymoon;

Yani and friends head off to island off Ujung Pandang for day trip.


Happy Couple
The honeymoon shot in Sulawesi.


Match of the Day
Cockfighting in a village we came across out and about in Bali.


Rice paddies
Taking a walk in the countryside above the resort of Sanur in Bali.


Water baby
Jo takes a dip in the hotel pool under the hibiscus.


Warung
The local restaurant overlooking the harbour at Padang Bai in Bali.

Labels: Holidays, Jo, Miles

Our Wedding Day
We got married at 11am in a hotel near Middlesborough, and came back to Manchester for the reception at Bouzouki by Night.

Labels: Jo, Miles

Took a 3 week summer holiday travelling the length and breadth of Vietnam from Ho Chi Minh to Hanoi.


Bandy
Little old lady in Ho Chi Minh. Probably fitter than me.


Mama Han
Lunch stop on the world famous boat trip, highlight of Vietnam.


Boy
Kids messing around by the Mekong.


Hatter
10 clicks up river from the Dolong bridge?


Nihon
Construction project and nice photo op for the time.


Nha Trang
Kids out early on the beach.


Float on
Bobbing around in Halong Bay, North Vietnam.


Tins
Vendors making toys from cans in Saigon.


Mekong
On a day trip in the Mekong Delta by boat.


Street snack
First day in Vietnam, trying out the stuff the locals eat.


Lasy river
Kids by the Mekong in Ho Chi Minh.


Ice cream
The winning smile makes the sale.

Labels: Holidays, Jo, Miles

Barbecue by the river Yodogawa in Osaka just down the road from our apartment.

Labels: Miles

Everyone round at Naoki's house for shabu shabu.

Labels: Jo, Miles

The boat of the local dive store in Boracay, Phillipines.


Rush hour
The front of our hut, just off the beach.


Fishin'
One of the fish we had fried up later in a restaurant.


Sandy
Jo pottering on the beach.


Sunset
Jo all ready for a night out.


A La Carte
Menu of local cafe.


Padi
Just finished doing diving qualification.


Starfish
Messing around at 20 metres.

Labels: Holidays, Jo, Miles

Japanese style sandwich boards in downtown Osaka.


Backgammon
Playing on the games boards in Washington Square, NYC.


Iron(ic)


King and I
Heading up the 'Blues Highway' from New Orleans to Memphis.


Death Valley
The lowest point of Death Valley - just a little bit of salty water.


Budweiser
Lagered up with Marshall in Ocala national forest in Florida.


Circus, Circus
Jo leaves the casino in Las Vegas, not having won much!


Mojave
Driving from San Francisco to Death Valley through the Mojave desert.


Gone Fishin'
Jo trying her luck in the John Pennecamp national park in the Florida Keys.


Golden Gate
On our way out of San Francisco via the famous bridge.


Canyon
Sunrise by the Grand Canyon in Arizona.


Burrito
Waiting for a Mexican after the Haight-Ashbury festival in San Francisco.


Ellis Island
Display of immigrants at the Ellis Island museum in New York.

Labels: Holidays, Jo, Miles

Midosuji-sen
On a night out in Osaka with friends from the Japanese class at Osaka YMCA.

Labels: Japan, Miles

Coco
Jo in front of our beach hut at Coral Cove in Koh Samui, Thailand.


Easy Rider
Taking a spin round the island in Koh Samui.


Local Taxi
Jo trying out some parallel parking.


Lobster
Trying out the big expensive food in a cheapo country.


Satay
Street vendors on Khao San road in Bangkok.


Pina Colada
Lunch overlooking the beach on Koh Samui.

Labels: Holidays, Jo, Miles

Nova
With students at my first job in Japan. What a job!

Labels: Japan, Miles

Graves
Gravestones in a buddhist cemetry at Koya-san, Japan.


Shojin -ryori
Buddhist veggie food for dinner during our template stay in Koya-san.


Temple
Dining at koya-san.

Labels: Japan, Jo, Miles

Yellow Army
Taking the famous egg'n'cress shirt out on the town in Osaka.

Labels: Japan, Miles

Ramen
Noodles for dinner with my mate Jay Lund from Canada.

Labels: Japan, Miles

Cadiz
In Cadiz on our gradution trip to Spain, also taking in Granada and Seville, too.

Labels: Miles